Looking at the melancholy and lost smile in Wang Cuihua's eyes, Liang Jiaqi knew that she was completely shaken, and her frozen heart had begun to disintegrate.

"Flower, it's not just us, it's the three of us, the three of us leave here together, live a free life together, believe me, I can take you out. Liang Jiaqi became more and more vigorous and sensational.

A man who can mix in the pile of women like a fish in water not only has a peerless appearance, but must also be an excellent orator, and his ability to move his mouth can overshadow the frequency of a woman's heart.

Advancing the speech again with emotion, Liang Jiaqi watched Wang Cuihua's face gradually turn from resentment to suspicion at first, and finally to chagrin and loss.

They knew that the trading time was very close, and in these two days, it was also the last chance to escape, and they must seize the last chance to take down Wang Cuihua and become an ally, Liang Jiaqi knew that one more friend had a greater chance of success than one more enemy.

"Alright, don't say it, they're already on their way. Wang Cuihua whispered in despair, her hands hung down, her head was lowered, and she slowly walked downstairs in frustration.

Hearing Liang Jiaqi say so many beautiful words, Wang Cuihua regretted that she was so cruel to them at the beginning, she didn't give them a chance to speak, and she didn't know their hearts earlier, but unfortunately it was all too late.

The convoy escorted by Brother Tiger was almost at the entrance of the village at this time, and she was about to go out to meet the convoy.

Looking at the meal that had not touched the chopsticks much, Wang Cuihua thought about the pair of children scurrying in the bamboo forest, thought of Bing'er's little hands with a sense of coldness, the heartache and pity that pierced her heart made her afraid, worried that this hard-working child would not survive, and then think about Bing'er's pure dark eyes with cold light, which was a kind of calmness and calmness that was slightly ups and downs and showed after the baptism of the years.

The concern in my heart is sincere and sincere, but unfortunately this child has already moved forward on the road of suffering.

Wang Cuihua thought of the people who were in ambush in the bamboo forest, and those who lured them, her palms were sweaty, her back was cold, and she became nervous.

"Jingle bell" A hurried phone ringing came to mind, disrupting Wang Cuihua's thoughts.

Calm down for a moment, sort out your emotions, regain your composure and pick up the phone, look at the caller ID, and immediately say softly: "Hey, Brother Tiger, have you arrived?"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, Wang Cuihua nodded desperately, and said humbly: "Okay, I'll prepare immediately." ”

The moment she hung up the phone, Wang Cuihua closed her eyes in pain, tears of disappointment continued to flow in her heart, she only understood at this moment how important freedom is, even personal freedom cannot guarantee wealth, what did she want?

In a trance, I felt that I was also a member of the bus that was slaughtered by others, with no thoughts, no freedom of action, no right to choose, and my life was in the hands of a group of devils, which was ravaged and constantly bullied.

Thinking of this, Wang Cuihua shuddered, broke out in a cold sweat, and asked herself coldly: "What's wrong with me? Why do you doubt the organization? Am I not the most loyal employee? Why am I shaken?"

After asking these questions, Wang Cuihua sneered and immediately called to arrange for personnel to receive questions.

Dashui Village is just a transit station for the dark organization, but this transfer station is relatively special, it is not only an important harbor for temporary berthing, but also a key link in the success of the transaction.

It's just that Wang Cuihua has always felt uneasy recently, and her sixth sense reminds her that the village is not safe, and she has been controlled or snooped on in the dark.

So far, she doesn't know whether this hidden snobbery is the police or the person who receives the goods on the other side, and her eyelids have been beating for several days, although this is a superstitious statement, but Wang Cuihua believes that this kind of baseless statement is really effective for her.

After arranging everything and cleaning up the house, Wang Cuihua took her suitcase upstairs and looked at Liang Jiaqi and the others with a pleading face again, feeling inexplicably sad, feeling pitiful, and feeling helpless.

"Flower, have you figured it out?" Liang Jiaqi asked happily when he saw Wang Cuihua coming up, his eyes flashed with excitement and excitement.

"Stay here and don't make a sound. Wang Cuihua said and sealed the seal again, giving them a fierce warning look.

Desperate to see that hope was completely lost, Liang Jiaqi closed his eyes in pain and resigned himself to waiting for the bell of judgment to ring.

Slowly going downstairs step by step, every step was so hard and painful, Wang Cuihua's heart kept struggling, constantly resisting, but the steps under her feet were still very firm, and she finally chose to support the organization.

Quickly change into a casual cross-dress, and immediately rush to the village entrance to receive the convoy.

In the past, every time the convoy was greeted, those disobedient and unruly villagers were always dealt with in advance, either buried alive or sold cheaply, no matter how cruel they were, there was no trace of turmoil in their hearts, and they would not hesitate, or even feel excited.

But today, looking at the closed neighbors and the increasingly empty villages, such a scene is too defeated, it is also very heart-wrenching, very evil, and very ashamed.

Frequently looking at the passing houses, there is no popularity at all, the whole street is very clean, there is no lively and jubilant when you just entered the village, there is no cry of poultry biting, and there is no lively scene of sitting around the village entrance idlely.

These kind farmers, because they don't cooperate, end up becoming members of another world, or becoming coolies in another country.

Thinking of this, Wang Cuihua's heart tightened with pain, she didn't know if Liang Jiaqi's words moved her, maybe it was to see through the desolation of this world.

She believes in Buddhism and believes in reincarnation, and for the first time she wants to accumulate some virtue for the next life, so that the next life will not be as pitiful and innocent as this life.

But she forgot that no matter what kind of path she had, it was the result of her own choice, and no one could control her life, and her own life could only be controlled by herself.

Standing under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, raising his hand to gently caress this hundred-year-old tree, clenching the rough bark, there will be a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand, which is a reminder of the heavy history to himself, and it is also a deep pain accumulated in the vicissitudes of life.

Listen to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, the rustling has a sense of gloom, like a silent parting, and like the crying of a river gurgling and flowing.

The hundred-year-old tree, with hard cortex, exudes bursts of vitality, and when you step forward, you can smell the traces of the blooming of the years.

The uncle at the entrance of the village, no one cares, no one cares, the branches are a little moss, it looks even more defeated and lonely, Wang Cuihua keeps touching this old tree, and constantly asks his heart, is this way of life what he wants?

What kind of life do I really want?